Weightless

Toss these heavy rocks up into the clouds.

Understanding weight is how the obelisk was moved.

Time

Time is satire

He has me laughing

Makes me move while standing still

Time is a dancer

Cheek to cheek

We whisper

of infinity

He holds my hands and rocks me

leading the way

But oh, my feet!

I have a few steps left.

The band plays on

Trumpets and saxophones 

On the 1

On the 4

I'm counting 

He says, "don't count"

Just feel it.

Inches

Perched on the precipice of perfection

hard to move an inch.

Blind Faith Cafe

Every time I walk past it I called it the Blind Faith Cafe.

I picture you sitting up there, at a table, behind the little miniature iron fence,

on the cement, just high enough above the sidewalk to look down on everyone,

Smelling their folly

yet perched, silently, at a distance, 

like a canary in a cage, crapping out all your self righteousness.

Keeping your distance from me, as if I were anathema

to your guilded lockets of longing,

you fondle your pearls while I stand in my wet golashes 

daring you to move.

I have no idea how the coffee tastes at the Blind Faith Cafe,

but I imagine it's bitter and in desperate need of cream.

The Sparrow

I wrote a poem about the war

for forty years, it changed

then all the people were the same

they just had different names.

The long forgotten memories of trees

and men who walked along.

The strange winds blow now,

around Christmas time,

but I hear the Native song.

The man he walks with a bow and arrow

and sings with--

and does not shoot--

the sparrow.

Hairdryer

It's amazing how small I am, like a bug, or a beetle, snug under the rug.

It's almost noon and here I am, humming nonsensical symphonies between my teeth.

I do not have the tap water enough

to call Poseidon from the sea.

When you tipped me down the drain,

baby, bathwater and all,

perhaps we should have thought

that I might need a hairdryer.

Car Tires

It was a ribbon in the hair

of a dragon by the sea

Her missing teeth were all I saw

as she called out to me

A siren 

screeching

the car 

pulled 

away.

Corner pocket

 You're so hot.

You got the last shot.

You crime, you dine, you shine, you swine.

You're so cold.

You've got the gold.

You wake, you shake, you make, you create.

You've got nothing on me

You've only got 

Something on yourself.

Hemp

Cupid sat down and lit a candle, shining

In his eyes was the flame, burning 

In his heart was your name.

Black eyelash, FLICKERING 

It's just a LIGHT on a distant hill.

Rubies glistened on her fingers

Her rings told stories and whispered moons

Rummaging their reflections

On the waters of the tide.

Point of Arrival

The face in the window looked weary

The reflection was yellow and thin

The moon in the sky was hanging

Plunged into place 

Like a nail

A nail in a wall

Chilly and bright. 

The train conductor was tired

The train itself had a sparking fuse

Its metal was dark, dead and dreaming

As it clattered and squealed

Screeching, quiet and loud

Along the way

A long, long way

along the track.

The point of arrival was taken

The ticking of clocks became mute

When the midnight rider walked the aisles

In his giant leather boots

The moon stayed there in the sky, firmly like a drum

Silent until it was struck 

struck with the edge

the hard edge

of a hammer.